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MDCCCLXXXI  : 

JAMES  KIRK  &  SONS,  PRINTERS, 
DOVER,  DELAWARE. 


Preface. 


Since  the  publication  of  a  former  translation  of  the  Dies 
Ir/E,  a  judicious  friend  has  suggested  its  rendition  in  a  dif- 
ferent metre.  The  Stabat  Mater  is  also  offered  with  some 
changes  of  construction.  I  have  purposely  avoided  a  literal 
translation  of  the  word  "  inebriari,"  in  the  ninth  stanza,  be- 
cause, however  agreeable  to  mediaeval  conceptions,  it  seemed 
to  me  that  the  idea  suggested  by  the  English  equivalent,  as 
commonly  used,  would  be  offensive  to  Christian  sensibility. 
A  few  hymns  have  been  added,  and  the  names  of  the  authors, 
when  known  to  me,  stated. 

N.  B.  SMITHERS. 


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The  Day  of  Wrath. 


THOMAS   OF   CELANO. 


THE  DAY  OF  WRATH. 


Day  of  wrath,  that  day  of  woe 
When,  in  embers,  earth  shall  glow, 
David  and  the  Sybil  show. 

How  will  sinners  quake  with  fright. 
As  the  Judge  shall  come  in  might. 
All  to  search  and  all  requite. 

Then,  through  graves  of  regions  blown. 
Shall  the  trump,  with  mighty  tone, 
Gather  all  before  the  throne. 

Death  and  Nature,  with  surprise, 
Now  will  see  the  creature  rise 
Ruled  to  plead  at  that  assize. 

Forth  will  come  the  Book  ordained, 
Where  inscrolled  is  all  contained 
Whence  the  world  shall  be  arraigned. 


When  the  Judge  shall  take  his  seat, 
What  is  hid  will  naught  secrete, 
Vengeance,  then,  shall  be  complete. 

All  undone,  what  can  I  plead, 

Whom  invoke  to  intercede, 

Since  the  just  shall  scarce  be  freed  ? 

King  of  awful  majesty. 

Who,  by  grace,  the  saved  dost  free. 

Fount  of  Pity,  then  save  me. 

Holy  Jesus,  think,  I  pray. 
How  I  caused  thy  weary  way. 
Keep  me  safely  in  that  day. 

Seeking,  Thou  didst  sit  outworn. 
Buying  me,  thy  cross  was  borne, 
Not  in  vain  be  thus  forlorn. 

Righteous  Judge  of  vengeance,  stay. 
Freely  wipe  my  score  away, 
Ere  the  great  accounting  day. 

Like  a  culprit,  groans  I  vent, 
Guilt  its  conscious  Hush  has  lent. 
Spare,  O  God,  the  penitent. 


Thou,  who  Mary  didst  acquit, 
And  to  grace  the  thief  admit, 
Badst  me  hope  this  benefit. 

Though  my  prayers  no  merit  claim, 
Grant  me,  through  thy  gracious  name, 
Not  to  burn  in  quenchless  flame. 

With  thy  sheep  give  me  to  stand. 
From  the  goats  to  part,  command, 
Setting  me  on  thy  right  hand. 

When  the  cursed  dumb  shall  be. 
Doomed  to  wrathful  flames  by  Thee, 
With  thy  blessed  then  call  me. 

Lowly  bent,  with  suppliant  air, 
Heart  as  ashes,  this  my  prayer, 
"Let  my  ending  be  thy  care." 

Day  of  weeping,  day  of  wasting. 
When,  through  fiery  embers  hasting, 
Man  shall  rise  for  retribution. 
Grant,  O  God,  thine  absolution. 

Holy  Jesus,  Master  blest. 
Let  him  enter  into  rest. 
Amen. 


The  Mother  at  The  Cross. 

JACOPONE  DA  TODI. 


THE  MOTHER  AT  THE  CROSS. 


Weeping  by  the  Cross,  unfriended, 
Stood  the  Mother,  while  suspended 

Hung  her  well-beloved  Son  ; 
Through  her  spirit  sympathizing, 
Moaning,  groaning,  agonizing, 

Now  the  piercing  sword  had  run. 

O,  how  sad,  and  sorrow-laden 
Stood  that  ever-blessed  maiden. 

Mother  of  God's  only  One,- 
Woful  stood,  with  bosom  heaving  , 
Quaking,  grieving,  while  perceiving 

How  they  racked  her  glorious  Son. 

Lives  there  man  whose  eye  could  tearless 
See  that  Mother,  wan  and  cheerless. 

Stand  when  such  a  deed  was  done  ? 
Who  could  view  without  emotion 
Such  a  Mother's  deep  devotion. 

Suffering  with  her  stricken  Son  ! 

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For  his  people's  sins  convicted, 
Christ  she  saw  with  stripes  afflicted, 

Crowned  with  thorns  and  doomed  to  death 
Saw  her  child,  to  torture  taken, 
Dying,  lonely  and  forsaken 

While  he  gave  his  parting  breath. 

Mother,  fount  of  love  and  blessing, 
Let  thy  weight  of  woe  oppressing 

Teach  me  how  with  thee  to  grieve  ; 
Let  my  heart  be  so  appointed, 
Warmed  with  love  for  God  Anointed, 

That  I  may  his  grace  receive. 

Holy  Mother,  quickly  hasten 
In  my  heart  the  nails  to  fasten 

Once  that  pierced  thy  Crucified  ; 
Of  thy  Son,  to  suffer  deigning, 
And  for  me  such  wounds  sustaining, 

All  the  pains  with  me  divide. 


Make  me  partner  in  thine  anguish. 
With  the  Crucified  to  languish 

Let  me  live  and  thus  expire ; 
Near  the  Cross  with  thee  to  tarry, 
Equal  load  of  grief  to  carry, 

Now  is  what  I  most  desire. 


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Virgin,  favored  beyond  measure, 
Turn  not  from  me  in  displeasure, 

Grant  my  tears  with  thine  to  flow 
Death  of  Christ  about  me  bearing, 
In  his  passion  daily  sharing. 

Let  me  always  feel  his  woe. 


Make  his  Cross  my  meditation. 
Through  his  blood  give  inspiration 

And  on  me  his  scourges  lay  ; 
Thus  my  heart  aglow  with  fervor. 
Virgin,  be  my  kind  preserver 

In  the  fearful  Judgment-day. 

By  his  Cross  may  I  be  guarded, 
By  his  death  from  evil  warded, 

Ever  may  his  grace  suffice  ; 
When  my  earthly  course  is  ended, 
Grant  my  soul,  by  thee  befriended. 

Endless  bliss  of  Paradise. 


Hymnus   Matutinus. 


AMBROSIUS. 


HYMNUS  MATUTINUS. 


Fulgentis  auctor  aetheris, 
Qui  lunam  lumen  noctibus, 
Solem  dierum  cursibus 
Certo  fundasti  tramite ; 

Nox  atra  jam  depellitur, 
Mundi  nitor  renascitur, 
Novusque  jam  mentis  vigor 
Dulces  in  actus  erigit ; 

Laudes  sonare  jam  tuas 
Dies  relatus  admonet, 
Vultusque  coeli  blandior 
Nostra  serenat  .pectora. 

Vitemus  omne  lubricum, 
Declinet  prava  spiritus, 
Vitam  facta  non  inquinent, 
Lingua  in  culpa  non  implicet. 

Sed  sol  diem  dum  conficit 
Fides  profunda  ferveat, 
Spes  ad  promissa  provocet, 
Christo  conjungat  caritas. 

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Morning   Hymn. 

AMBROSE. 


MORNING  HYMN. 


Thou,  who  hast  clothed  the  heavens  in  light. 
Ordained  the  moon  to  rule  the  night, 
And  marked  the  path  wherein  the  sun 
Should  his  diurnal  courses  run, 

Since  now  the  darkness  is  withdrawn 
And  re-appears  the  radiant  dawn. 
Our  weary  minds,  refreshed  by  sleep, 
Awake  thy  kind  behests  to  keep ; 

But  first  to  Thee  returning  day 
Demands  that  grateful  thanks  we  pay 
While  through  our  hearts  the  morning  balm 
Diffuses  sweet  and  holy  calm. 

Deceitful  ways  ma)-  we  forego, 
Bring  every  haughty  spirit  low, 
Let  naught  we  do  expose  to  shame. 
Nor  aught  we  say  involve  in  blame. 

Until  the  sun  completes  his  round 
May  zealous  faith  in  works  abound, 
And  hope  to  promised  things  incite 
And  perfect  love  in  Christ  unite. 

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De   Passione   Domini. 


AUCTOR  INCERTUS. 


DE  PASSIONE  DOMINI. 


Hymnum  dicamus  Domino, 
Laudes  Deo  cum  cantico, 
Qui  nos  crucis  patibulo 
Suo  redemit  sanguine. 

Die  decursa  ad  vesperum, 
Qua  Christus  morti  traditur, 
Ad  coenam  venit  impius 
Qui  erat  Christi  proditor. 

Jesus  futura  nuntiat 
Coenantibus  discipulis : 
"  Unus  ex  discumbentibus 
Ipse  me  traditurus  est." 

Judas  mercator  pessimus 
Osculo  petit  Dominum, 
Ille  ut  agnus  innocens 
Non  negat  Judae  osculum. 

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Denariorum  numero 
Christus  Judaeis  traditur 
Innocens  et  innoxius, 
Quern  Judas  tradit  impius. 

Praeses  Pilatus  proclamat : 
"  Nullam  culpam  invenio  ;" 
Ablutis  aqua  manibus 
Christum  Juda;is  tradidit. 

Fallaces  Judaei  impii 
Latronem  petunt  vivere, 
Christum  accusant  graviter  : 
"  Crucifigatur,  reus  est." 

Tunc  Barabbas  dimittitur 
Qui  reus  mortis  fuerat, 
Vita  mundi  suspenditur 
Per  quam  resurgunt  mortui. 


The  Lord's  Passion. 


AUTHOR  UNKNOWN. 


THE   LORD'S   PASSION. 


With  hymning  let  us  praise  the  Lord, 

In  song  extol  our  God, 
Who,  nailed  upon  the  shameful  Cross, 

Redeemed  us  with  his  blood. 


When  Jesus  was  delivered  up, 

At  eventide  that  day. 
To  supper  came  the  wicked  wretch 

Who  did  his  Lord  betray. 

Now  Jesus  told  unto  the  twelve 
What  they  should  shortly  see, 
"One  who  with  me  reclines  at  meat 
Shall  my  betrayer  be." 

Then  Judas,  wretched  trafficker. 

Did  kiss  him  for  a  sign. 
And  Jesus,  like  a  guileless  lamb. 

The  kiss  did  not  decline. 


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For  thirty  pieces  counted  down 
Of  Christ  the  Jews  got  hold, 

The  innocent  and  harmless  man 
Whom  cursed  Judas  sold. 

Though  Pilate  loudly  thus  proclaimed, 

"No  fault  in  him  I  find," 
He  washed  his  hands  and  nathless  Christ 

Unto  the  Jews  resigned. 

The  wicked  and  deceitful  Jews 

"Release  Barabbas,"  cried. 
And  railing  said,  "Away  with  this ; 

"Let  him  be  crucified." 


The  robber  guilty  unto  death, 

Barabbas,  was  set  free  ; 
The  life  through  which  the  dead  shall  live 

Was  hanged  upon  the  tree. 


Jesus  et   Mater. 


AUCTOR  INCERTUS. 


JESUS   ET  MATER. 


Parvum  quando  cerno  Deum 
Matris  inter'brachia, 

Colliquescit  pectus  meum 
Inter  mille  gaudia. 

Gestit  puer,  gestit,  videos 

Tua,  mater,  ubera : 
Puer  ille,  dum  subridens 

Mille  figit  oscula. 

Qualis  puro  in  lucenti 

Sol  renitet  aethere, 
Talis  puer  in  lactanti 

Matris  haeret  ubere. 


Talis  mater  speciosa 
Pulchra  est  cum  filio, 

Qualis  est  cum  molli  rosa 
Viola  cum  lilio. 

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Inter  sese  tot  amores, 
Tot  alternant  spicula, 

Quot  in  pratis  fulgent  flores, 
Quot  in  coelo  sidera. 

O  si  una  ex  sagittis, 

Dulcis  o  puerule, 
Quas  in  matris  pectus  mittis, 

In  me  cadat,  Jesule  ! 


Jesus  and  The   Mother. 

AUTHOR  UNKNOWN. 


JESUS   AND   THE    MOTHER. 


The  infant  God  when  I  survey 
Withui  the  Mother's  arms, 

My  heart  with  fervor  melts  away 
Beneath  their  thousand  charms. 


How  leaps  and  crows  the  smiling  boy 
To  see  his  Mother's  breast, 

With  which  his  dimpled  fingers  toy, 
Where  many  a  kiss  is  prest. 

As  bright  as  when  a  sunbeam  flings 

Its  radiance  on  the  air, 
The  boy  upon  her  bosom  clings 

And  nursing,  nestles  there. 

When  o'er  her  babe  the  Mother  bends, 

Such  rival  beauty  glows, 
As  when  the  milk-white  lily  blends 

With  blushes  of  the  rose. 


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So  man}'  gleams  of  love  between 

And  sparkling  arrows  fly, 
As  flowers  that  deck  the  meads  with  sheen 

Or  stars  that  gem  the  sky. 

O,  little  Jesus,  lovely  child, 

If  but  a  single  dart 
From  off  her  bosom  glancing  wild 

Would  fall  upon  my  heart ! 


Ad  Omnes  Sanctos. 

AUCTOR  INCERTUS. 


AD  OMNES  SANCTOS. 


Placare,  Christe,  servulis 
Quibus  Patris  clementiam 
Tucc  ad  tribunal  gratiae 
Patrona  Virgo  postulat. 

Et  vos  beata  per  novem 
Distincta  gyros  agmina 
Antiqua  cum  prasentibus, 
Putura  damna  pellite. 

Apostoli  cum  vatibus 
Apud  severum  Judicem 
Veris  reorum  fletibiis 
Exposcite  indulgentiam. 

Vos,  purpurati  martyres, 
Vos  candidati  praemio 
Confessionis,  exsules 
Vocate  nos  in  patriam. 

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Chorea  casta  virginum, 
Et  quos  eremus  incolas 
Transmisit  astris,  coelitum 
Locate  nos  in  sedibus. 


Auferte  gentem  perfidam 
Credentium  de  finibus ; 
Ut  unus  omnes  unicum 
Ovile  nos  Pastor  regat. 

Deo  Fatri  sit  gloria, 
Natoque  Patris  unico, 
Sancto  simul  Paraclito, 
In  sempiterna  scecula. 


To  ALL  The   Holy. 


AUTHOR  UNKNOWN. 


TO    ALL  THE    HOLY. 


The  servants,  Christ,  benignly  own. 
For  whom  before  thy  gracious  throne 
Our  patron  Virgin  pleading  stands 
And  from  the  Father  grace  demands. 

Angelic  host,  whose  legions  deep 
In  nine  divisions  circling  sweep, 
From  hurt  of  old  and  present  ill 
And  future  harm  defend  us  still. 

Ye  Prophets  and  Apostles,  hear, 
Before  the  righteous  Judge  appear 
And  for  each  weeping  culprit  win 
Exemption  from  the  pains  of  sin. 

Ye  martyred  Saints,  in  purple  dight. 
Confessors,  clothed  in  spotless  white. 
Regard  us,  here,  compelled  to  roam. 
And  call  the  weary  exiles  home. 

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Ye  choirs  of  Virgins  undefiled, 
And  Hermits  who,  from  deserts  wild, 
Have  passed  to  mansions  in  the  sky, 
Transport  us  to  the  seats  on  high. 

From  where  the  true  believers  dwell 
The  race  of  heretics  expel, 
That  all  alike  one  faith  may  hold, 
One  Shepherd  rule  a  single  fold. 

To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
The  Father's  sole  begotten  One, 
And  blessed  Comforter,  to  Thee 
Forevermore  let  glory  be. 


Ad  Spiritum   Sanctum. 


HILDEHERTUS  TUROXEXSIS. 


AD  SPIRITUM  SANCTUM. 


Paraclitus  increatus, 
Neque  factus,  neque  natus. 
Patri  censors,  Genitoque, 
Sic  procedit  ab  utroque 
Ne  sit  minor  potestate, 
Vel  discretus  qualitate. 
Quanti  illi,  tantus  iste  ; 
Quales  illi,  talis  iste  ; 
Ex  quo  illi,  ex  tunc  iste  ; 
Quantum  illi,  tantum  iste. 
Pater  alter,  sed  gignendo  ; 
Natus  alter,  sed  nascendo  ; 
Flamen  ab  his  procedendo  ; 
Tres  sunt  unum  subsistendo. 
Quisque  trium  plenus  Deus, 
Non  tres  tamen  Di,  sed  Deus, 
In  hoc  Deo,  Deo  vero, 
Tres  et  unum  assevero, 
Dans  usia^  unitatem, 
Et  personis  trinitatem. 


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In  personis  nulla  prior, 
Nulla  minor,  nulla  major ; 
Unaqua;que  semper  ipsa, 
Sic  est  constans  atque  fixa, 
Ut  nee  in  se  varietur, 
Nee  in  ulla  transmutetur. 


Of  the   Holy   Spirit. 


HILDEHERT  OF  TOLIRS. 


This  extract  from  Hildebert,  it  will  be  observed,  is  a  metrical  paraphrase  of  the 
Symbolum  Athanasii. 


OF  THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


God  the  Spirit,  uncreated, 
Neither  made  nor  generated, 
With  the  Father,  equal  maker, 
With  the  Son,  divine  partaker. 
Out  from  both,  alike  potential, 
Comes,  in  substance  co-essential. 
Great  as  they,  thus  He  existeth  ; 
Like  as  they,  such  He  subsisteth  ; 
When  they  are,  then  He  outgoeth  ; 
What  they  can,  so  much  He  doeth. 
Father  one,  in  procreation  ; 
One  the  Son,  through  generation  ; 
He,  proceeding,  hath  existence  ; 
Three  are  one  in  consubsistence. 
Each  of  these  is  God  most  fully, 
Not  three  Gods  but  one  God  truly, 
In  whose  Godhead's  real  communion, 
Three  and  One  exist  in  union. 
One  in  unity  of  essence, 
Threefold  in  a  triune  presence. 

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Of  these  persons  none  is  prior, 

Neither  less,  nor  either  higher  ; 
Each  within  himself  resideth. 
And  so  steadfastly  abideth 
That  of  none  is  variation. 
Into  neither,  transmutation. 


MuNDi  Vanitas. 

TACOPONUS. 


MUNDI  VANITAS. 


Cur  mundus  militat  sub  vana  gloria, 
Cuius  prosperitas  est  transitoria? 
Tarn  cito  labitur  eius  potentia, 
Quam  vasa  figuli,  qua;  sunt  fragilia. 

Plus  crede  litteris  scriptis  in  glacie, 
Quam  mundi  tragilis  van^e  fallaciai, 
Fallax  ill  pra^miis,  virtutis  specie, 
Qui  nunquam  habuit  tempus  fiduciae. 

Credendum  magis  est  vitris  fallacibus, 
Quam  mundi  miseris  prosperitatibus, 
Falsis  insaniis  et  vanitatibus, 
Falsisque  studiis  et  voluptatibus. 

Die,  ubi  Salomon,  olim  tarn  nobilis, 
Vel  ubi  Samson  est,  dux  invincibilis, 
Vel  pulcher  Absalon,  vultu  mirabilis, 
Vel  dulcis  Jonathan,  multum  amabilis  ? 

Quo  Ca;sar  abiit,  celsus  imperio, 
Vel  Dives  splendidus,  totus  in  prandio  ? 
Die,  ubi  TuUius,  elarus  eloquio, 
Vel  Aristoteles,  summus  ingenio  ? 

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Tot  clari  proceres,  tot  rerum  spatia, 
Tot  ora  pra^sulum,  tot  regna  fortia, 
Tot  mundi  principes,  tanta  potentia, 
In  ictu  oculi  claudentur  omnia  ! 

Quam  breve  festum  est  ha;c  mundi  gloria, 
Et  umbra  hominis  sunt  eius  gaudia ! 
Qux  semper  subtrahunt  reterna  praemia, 
Et  ducunt  hominem  ad  dura  devia. 

O  esca  vermium,  O  massa  pulveris, 
O  ros,  O  vanitas,  cur  sic  extolleris? 
Ignorans  penitus,  utrum  eras  vixeris, 
Fac  bonum  omnibus,  quamdiu  poteris  ! 

Haec  carnis  gloria,  quae  tanti  penditur, 
Sacris  in  litteris  llos  foeni  dicitur. 
Ut  leve  folium,  quod  vento  rapitur. 
Sic  vita  hominis  luci  subtrahitur. 

Nil  tuum  dixeris  quod  potes  perdere. 
Quod  mundus  tribuit,  intendit  rapere  : 
Superna  cogita,  cor  sit  in  aethere, 
Felix,  qui  potuit  mundum  contemnere. 


The  Vanity  of  The  World. 

JACOPONE  UA  TODI. 


THE   VANITY   OF   THE   WORLD. 


Why  should  the  world  such  warfare  wage 

The  glory  to  attain 
Whose  highest  measure  of  success 

Is  fugitive  and  vain  ; 
So  fickle  that  its  quality 

Forbids  abiding  stay, 
And  fragile  as  the  implements 

Which  potters  make  from  clay  ? 

Believe  that  letters  carved  in  ice 

Have  more  enduring  worth 
Than  all  the  vain  deceitfulness 

Of  this  unstable  earth  ; 
Deceitful  in  its  promised  gains, 

Its  virtuous  pretence, 
And  he  who  trusts  its  seeming  faith 

Will  mourn  his  confidence. 


Trust  rather  to  the  brittle  glass 
That  breaks  beneath  the  touch, 

Than  in  the  false  prosperity 
Which  man  esteems  so  much ; 


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The  baubles  mad  desire  pursues, 
The  pelf  that  misers  hide, 

The  sensual  pleasures  of  the  flesh, 
And  pageantry  of  pride. 

Say,  where  is  royal  Solomon, 

So  famous  long  ago. 
Or  Samson,  peerless  in  his  strength. 

Unmatched  by  any  foe. 
Or  Absalom,  so  beautiful. 

That  blemish  none  could  find. 
Or  Jonathan,  whose  love  was  more 

Than  love  of  womankind  ? 


Where  now  is  mighty  Caesar  gone, 

Imperial  in  his  sway. 
Or  Dives,  clothed  in  purple  robes 

And  feasting  every  day. 
Or  where  is  Tully's  cultured  tongue. 

For  eloquence  renowned, 
Or  Aristotle's  matchless  brain. 

So  subtile  and  profound  ? 

How  many  leading  men  we  see. 
What  amplitude  of  state, 

How  many  chiefs  of  high  renown, 
What  kingdoms  strong  and  great, 


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How  many  princes  of  the  earth, 
What  pomp  and  proud  array, 

But  in  the  twinkling  of  an  eye 
They  all  shall  pass  away. 

The  glory  of  this  world  delights 

But  for  a  little  span, 
And  all  its  cherished  joys  are  like 

The  shadow  of  a  man  ; 
Yet  still  they  lure  his  soul  away 

From  everlasting  gain, 
And  lead  him  through  the  crooked  paths 

Of  sorrow  and  of  pain. 

O  man,  who  art  but  food  for  worms, 

O  moldering  lump  of  dust, 
O  morning  dew,  O  vanity, 

Why  place  in  self  thy  trust  ? 
Since  nothing  sure  that  life  shall  last 

Until  to-morrow's  sun. 
Do  now  the  works  of  charity 

While  yet  they  may  be  done. 

This  vaunted  glory  of  the  flesh 
Whereon  such  stress  we  lay. 

Is  in  the  Holy  Scriptures  called 
The  wilting  flower  of  hay ; 


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And  like  the  leaves  before  the  wind 
Go  whiffling  out  of  sight, 

So  rapidly  the  life  of  man 
Is  hurried  from  the  lieht. 


Count  nothing  thine  that  thou  canst  lose, 

For  mortal  things  decay, 
And  what  the  earth  is  pleased  to  give 

It  hastes  to  snatch  away ; 
Then  let  thy  thoughts  be  set  on  high. 

Thy  heart  be  in  the  skies, 
For  only  he  is  happy  here 

Who  can  the  world  despise. 


NDEX. 


INDEX, 


The  Day  of  Wrath Thomas  of  Celano 5 

The  Mother  at  the  Cross Jacopone  da  Todi 11 

Morning  Hymn Ambrose 17 

The  Lord's  Passion Author  Unknown 25 

Jesus  and  the  Mother Same 33 

To  all  the  Holy Same 41 

The  Holy  Spirit Hildebert  of  Tours 49 

The  Vanity  of  the  World Jacopone  da  Todi 57 


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